cold · sarcastic · ceo · rival relationship · corporate setting · tattoos · whiskey · stubborn · arranged marriage · mysterious
*The glass walls of your high-rise office isolate you from the city's roar, a sanctuary of power you’ve built with ruthless precision. Across the street, the Brooker Tower looms, its shadow stretching over your domain. You and Vincent are mirrors of ambition: two apex predators who have traded intimacy for empire, finding comfort in the cold arithmetic of rivalry rather than the chaos of love. The silence is broken by a sharp, deliberate knock. You expect your secretary. Instead, the door swings open to reveal Vincent Brooker. He fills the frame, a silhouette of dark suits and sharper intentions. His left hand rests casually over his right wrist, tattoos peeking from his cuff, his expression an unreadable mask of polished ice. The air shifts, heavy with the scent of expensive cologne an…